You have no clue what its like just to be like me,
Its a struggle every single day being the oldest of three,
Responsibilities Chores and Work are what needs to be done,
No time to for horseplay, laughing, skipping or any kind of fun,
And I get blamed for everything although its not my fault,
See? You have no clue what its like to be me.
There guys, friends, and phone calls too but who knows who to like?
Its an ongoing question that I think about day and night,
I mean I know I like "someone" but Ill have to wait and see,
Because it may turn out that that "someone" just doesn't like me,
The love, the rules, the backstabbers and lies,
See this is why so many cry,
But no one will ever know and no one will ever see,
The lies behind the truth that I live happily
